Saturday, July 24, 2010

Proud owners of a mortgage.

Her death was unexpected, but we had a full family send off for her over the 4 days before her funeral. It always seems that sad occasions bring a family together, and they're who you need in times of sadness. As crazy, insane and dramatic as we are to each other, I wouldn't want to be with anyone else.

I was the sole beneficiary of her Estate.
I knew this.
What I didn't know was how soon, how quick it was going to become mine. The chemo treatments were successful, this is what we had been told time and time again. She was doing well.

Her grave begged to differ.

It was hard moving into the house I was raised in. It was hard renovating it and in the first few months, it was hard being in it without her, but we made it our own. We now had a mortgage. We had a car. We had everything back that we couldn't fit into 30 small boxes from Los Angeles.

I had kept her room the way she'd left it up until about a month ago when I moved into it myself because it was a warmer room. Everything she owned I kept or gave to people she loved. My Mum took it upon herself to burn all her clothes because she couldn't muster up the strength to stand seeing anyone else wearing them.

We settled in to ROME at 35.
We were home. There was no going back to Los Angeles now.
We were in it for the long haul.

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